The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1887-07-02
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The FOURTH OF JULY IN YANKEE
LAND.

lHG FGGhsn VT JULF IN TRkkeE
LAND.
This is the day OF all the days
TO Yankee hearts most dear
To children, youth and middle aged
And those far in the scar.
IT'S fit they should revere the Fourth
And make the wellin ring
With long huzzahs and bursts of Joy
And hero praises sing
Their land is blessed beyond compare
In wealth from Natures store
And countless poor from every cline
Find welcome on its Shore
A sovereign people govern there
Each man q king by right
And peace and plenty smile on all
And justice rules, not might
Twas there that freedom first unfurld
Her standard to the breeze
And babe her patriot sons hurl back
Oppression DER the seas.
Her edict, Equal Rights for All
With lannon's mouth she Numbered
And hateful ties and CALLING chains
With pen and sword she sundered.
Good Uncle Sam devotes this day
To fireworks and toasting
To giving vent to pent up pride
And giving foes roasting
His nephews know what pleases him
And with his neices join
TO let the Old Man have a time
| Nor reek the cost in coin.
Yankeedom will din and smoke
On freedoms natal day
So sure as powder can be bought
And brass bands toot for pay
And flies and drums and martial
sounds
The glad air will be swelling
And tiny papers stars and stripes
Like not cakes will be selling
Grand orators will mount high stands
And land the Spangled Banner
Great Washington and Jefferson
NOld Abe and Grant the tanner
The Declaration signers too
Will share his warmest praise
For doing just as he'd have done
Had he been there those days
The revolution, scores of times
Will he recall to mind
And at each call some fresher cause
For Glory he will find
With Lexington and Bunker hill
He'll rouse his hearers pride
And down the breakneck rocky steep
Again will Putnam ride.
He'll warm the puny pow'rs abroad
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A vengeance dire will be their doom
Eclipsing corps cremation
TO finish off in fancy's flight
He'll wrapp up in the banner
And die upon some CORY field
In rural tragic manner.
! At night the rockets lurid glare
VIII light the dome on high
| The stick perchance returning swift
To pierce an upturned eye.
The cannon and the bursting bombs
VIII vie in deafening noise
And sugar gums and homemade pies
Give cramps to girls and boys
The home guard with well-padded
breasts
VIII march around the town
And copious draughts of cooling
| drink
| Will each one worry down.
The marshals Of the day and aids
As large as life and larger,
VIII prance the streets with gor-
geous sash
Each on livery charger!
To-day the rural man of speech
VIII 'thuse the country pumpkins
With tales of brave ancetral deeds
And touch on mammoth pumpkins
He'll picture Uncle Sans domain
Far broader than the earth
On JOY that he can claim the land
Where Washington had birth
He'll crate on the glolies won
BY patriot sons and sires
And spread himself on "76"
And once more stir its fires
And old gents housed with equity feet
Will sit at open windows
And court rheumatic twinges fresh
Regardless how the wind blows
AT early dawn upon the 9Th
The Doctors will be called
And youthful stomach contents will
BY them be overhauled.
And powdered cheeks and fingers torn
Will for a while give pain
TO be healed up and quiet forgot
Ere next Fourth comes in train.
JOHN BRAsH.